Round 1 Tyluko v. Joshua

[Sebastian Blood]

Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the first annual Tournament of the Saber! For your viewing pleasure I offer a tournament unlike any you have ever seen before. A tournament that they will talk about for ages and write songs about our competitors and their talents. This will not be a simple sword fight, but will truly require our competitors to use everything including their minds to beat each other and only one will come out on top. Without further delay I bring you round 1!!!!

Round 1 is a test of imagination and stratagy. Everyone is armor less and wears a skin tight body suit. Even the bird. This suit has a tasty habit of changing into other outfits. In your hand is one sword each. This sword is the legendary Sword of the Jabberwocky. As you already know this sword can become your enemy, your friend or a nasty combination of the two. Both the suit and sword will be changed by me or Rofl at any point. By default it is a katana.

The field is not a field at all, but a dome. They are lined with seats for fans where you are not allowed to go fight. The ground is an ice ring so watch your step. Placed each competitors wrists are bracelets to nullify the Force. This brings even a Master on par with a padawan...kind of. The rules are, there are no rules, even death is permitted. If you should lose a limb or die, fear not for Tefka is great and you will leave healed. A loser, but healed. We shall mock and laugh at you, but at least you are alive right?

[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Clearly, he had absolutely no clue what he was getting into.

With this "jabberwocky" in his hand, some new suit that sure as hell wasn't his armour, and his Force abilities nullified, Josh felt... Well, kind of wonky and a little bit naked. Naked wouldn't be a bad thing if not for the fact he was in a fighting tournament. This sure as hell wasn't what he had signed up for, but in the interests of fairness... Well, he supposed he'd just have to rely on two decades worth of fighting experience to get him through this. The Jedi Master didn't look old enough to have all that much experience, but well... The Force had impacted him in some strange ways. Ways that dear Shmi liked to poke fun at him for.

But make no mistake, he had the experience, and the training. Though he didn't think anything could prepare him for what was to come. Or anyone would be able to, for that matter.

So he would step into the arena, clutching this weird weapon as he would await his opponent...

What in the name of the Force had he gotten himself into?

Oh right. He'd signed up for the sake of a SpaceBob SquareWars joke.